I Bound Aizen

My stupid apprentice... Sometimes it is so stupid that it makes people feel distressed.

It is indeed a very serious crime for ordinary team members to leave the soul world without authorization and go to the virtual circle.

But Yu Mikami is different, he is already a nobleman, this trivial matter can be settled with a little operation.

With a feeling of emotion, Yamamoto flashed and disappeared into the air.

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As soon as he returned to the second team, Mikami Yu met Aizen who appeared out of nowhere.

Seeing that he was fine, Aizen breathed a sigh of relief.

He wanted to say something, but when he saw Komamura following Mikami Yuu, he gave a questioning look.

At this time, Komamura had already covered his face with cloth strips again, making it impossible to see his appearance.

Yu Mikami called a team member, and took Komamura to change into the Death Fighter outfit, and get a shallow beating by the way.

While waiting for Komamura, he recounted what he had just said to Yamamoto.

After listening, Aizen nodded.

"Are you the acting captain of the 11th team? This position is very beneficial to you. It is a good thing to take it down."

"However, if you really don't like to do it, there's no need to force it."

"You are an aristocrat now, and you have great privileges. Even your Excellency, the captain, can't force you to do anything."

Hearing this, Mikami Yu grinned: "I know."

"Um?"

Aizen was slightly taken aback.

He thought that the reason why his good friend accepted the commission was because he didn't remember his status as a nobleman.

Knowing Mikami Yu's words, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Under his gaze, Yu Mikami smiled and said:

"Of course I know, I can delay this matter with my noble status."

"It's just that I pretended not to remember it. When I accepted the commission, the teacher seemed very happy."

"It's rare for the old guy to be so happy, so let him be happy."

Looking at Yu Mikami, Aizen showed some emotion after a brief surprise.

Such a silly apprentice, if he were Yamamoto, I'm afraid it would be hard to do anything cruelly...

Chapter 200 I am a super chef... trainer!

Team 11, outside the gate.

A few members of the fourth squad came over cautiously with a medicine box in their hands.

From a distance, you can see two gods of death who are responsible for guarding the gate.

He said he was guarding the door, but he actually leaned against the door and sat lazily on the ground to rest.

Death raised one leg, and stretched the other straight forward, with a grass in his mouth and a knife in his arms.

His clothes were a little dirty, but he didn't care.

There is no foot wrap on the feet wearing straw sandals, and the muddy feet are directly exposed to the air.

The **** of death dug his ears, looking like he was doing nothing.

Suddenly, a weak voice sounded—

"Hi, hello, we are sent by the 4th team... I received news before that the 11th team has wounded, we..."

"ah?!"

Before the other party could finish speaking, another **** of death suddenly raised his head and interrupted him with a frown.

"Sent by the fourth team? What seat are you in?"

The death of the fourth team was stunned: "I am the ninth seat, and I am the team leader this time. Excuse me..."

"What?! Just a nine seats?!"

The God of Reaper from the eleventh team roared and stood up abruptly.

He was tall, and he directly formed a condescending attitude towards these four death gods.

"Our team members went to patrol Liuhun Street and were injured in the battle with Xu!"

"You guys hiding in the back, enjoying the peace that we bleed for, and now you only send a ninth seat to treat our people?"

"You bastards, are you looking down on us? Ah!"

Amidst the almost unreasonable roar, several death gods of the fourth team almost cried out.

Several people hugged each other, trembling and apologizing repeatedly.

And the ninth seat frowned.

He steps forward:

"Both of you, although I am only the ninth seat... I absolutely do not mean to disrespect your efforts."

"Actually, apart from the captain and vice-captain, I am the best at dealing with injuries!"

"Please rest assured and leave it to me!"

Looking at the ninth seat in front of him, who was neither humble nor overbearing, the two Reapers of the 11th team who were guarding the goal looked at each other.

This is the guy!

What they want is no respect in the first place.

Even if the opponent sent four or three seats, they were already ready to find fault.

What they have to do is to express their dissatisfaction to the above!

Many of them, the elders of the 11th team, have worked under Tsunaya Shiki Kenpachi.

That Kenpachi is a real fierce man, an existence worthy of respect.

It's a pity that Tsurugashiki Kenpachi died in the hands of Mojo Kenpachi.

Although dissatisfied, Mocheng Kenpachi is considered a strong man, and they gradually accepted the new captain.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for Mocheng Jianpachi to be imprisoned in the Wujian prison for disobeying the order of the forty-six room.

It is Gosuke who succeeds Mojo Kenpachi.

Many players are already somewhat dissatisfied with Wuzhu.

Although he inherited the name of Kenpachi, in fact, Gosuke's strength is not worthy of the title of "Kenpachi".

It's just that, because he used to be Captain Toruyashiki's follower, everyone endured and accepted him.

It wasn't until the former captain of the 10th Division, Chang Kisokong, who parachuted into the 11th Division, that they finally couldn't bear it anymore.

The captain of the 11th team is not "Sword Eight"!

In the eyes of the eleventh team, this is simply a great shame.

Although due to their status, they were unable to make effective resistance, but in carrying out orders, they always did not work hard.

Captain Changmu's early resignation was more or less related to this, in addition to the old injuries on his body.

The Grim Reaper of the 11th Division with a Mohawk hairstyle suddenly raised his Zanpakuto, and stabbed the Grim Reaper of the 4th Division with the scabbard in front of him.

The latter didn't expect that the other party would actually do something to him, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Snapped!

A foot suddenly stretched out from the side, blocking between the scabbard and the Shinigami of the Fourth Division.

The scabbard that the Reaper of the 11th squad poked out forcefully hit his outstretched instep, but it didn't shake him at all.

"who!"

Another 11th team Reaper exclaimed.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the sole of a straw sandal moving towards his face.

Boom! !

In the courtyard of the 11th squad, a figure smashed open the door, wrapped in a trail of smoke and dust, rushed in tumbling, and finally slammed into a room!

Some team members who were waving wooden knives for training showed surprise.

Before they could ask questions, they heard a shout from outside:

"Kicked off the pavilion! Kicked off the pavilion!"

"Team 11, who can play the best?!"

"Forget it, everyone come together!"

Hearing this, all the eleventh team members in the team building were all angry.

What are you kidding? !

How dare someone come to the 11th team to find fault?

Although they are the only fan team without a captain, the title of combat team is not for nothing.

No matter who it is today, we must let him improve his memory with blood!

Outside the gate, several members of the Fourth Division were dumbfounded, looking at the scene in front of them.

This young man who appeared out of nowhere saved them for no reason. Before they had time to thank him, the other party suddenly started to provoke the entire 11th team!

Is this tired? !

Jiu Xi hurriedly said: "This team member, you better run! The 11th team has been in chaos recently, and their captain is now..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a group of muscular men rushing out of the gate.

"Who wants to kick the pavilion!"

"Taste my wooden knife!"

"Madman, eat me with a sword!"

Under the astonished gaze of Nine Seats of the Fourth Division, Mikami Yuu snorted and walked forward.

Seeing his appearance, many Reapers of Team 11 showed doubts.

Looks familiar... Who is this?

However, before they could react, Mikami Yuu had rushed into the crowd with a stride.

All of a sudden, the sound of physical collisions continued.

At the gate of the 11th team, it was like a pot was boiling, one after another, the gods of death flew high and fell to the side.

The new **** of death only knew that there was their enemy in the crowd, and rushed in screaming.

Then, it continued to fly up and fell to the surroundings.

In a blink of an eye, Mikami Yu was alone at the gate of the 11th team and fought for more than an hour.

There are already five hills of "corpses" piled up near the door.

Screams, groans, all in one piece.

And as the number of people decreased, some people finally began to see his appearance clearly.

"You, you are!"

A **** of death widened his eyes, stretched out his hand in shock, and pointed at him.

Mikami Yuu flew over and hit him with a knee, knocking him to the ground.

Then, he raised his arm suddenly, and raised his chin at the ninth division of the fourth division who had been watching from a distance.

Only then did the latter notice that a towel was wrapped around Yu Mikami's arm.